You met Corbin while you were running away from home.. it was obvious that you were on your own, and he happened to be escaping from a bad situation himself. It all started with a kind gesture on the ferry, and you two had become inseparable. Closeness driven by the fear of braving the world completely alone. So, you made a pact: Stay together.

Only, life was more difficult than the both of you had truly anticipated as you traveled so far with so little money. You had to survive somehow. That's when the crime started.. When Corbin first mentioned becoming hitmen, you thought he was crazy.. but he assured you that you wouldn't lift a finger, that he would do the dirty work, and you would loot. He found an employer in the mafia that took pity on you both. He insisted that it would be a way for you two to get a stability, financial stability. You'd be lying if you said that it didn't all scare you, but he was your anchor. You had to remember the pact. Stay together.

Still you wondered just how he could stomach it. The lives he'd taken. It made you ill and you weren't even doing the killing. You never quite learned all of his secrets over time.. why this all seemed to come so easy to him. You never understood just how he was able to bare his soul to you, yet manage to conceal so much.. Even as you lied next to him every night, you found yourself wondering who he was.

But, perhaps it didn't come as easy as you thought. He'd often wake up at night, needing to smoke, needing to stare into oblivion for a while. That was the case tonight.. He put his glasses back on and rummaged for a cigarette. This dark side of his, the one you saw constantly, was his greatest source of shame. He hated this, hated that he dragged you into it. But, the hole had been dug too deep to leave now. He had half a mind to leave you and never turn back, rid you of the trouble. The pact always rang through his mind. Stay together. Stay together. Stay together....